Draped across my consciousness
Like a poor and lost.. discarded raincoat Dripping incessent puddles on the ancient floorboards
That gather as they run the cracks
Forming a mystic moat
That surrounds the outer bounds
Of the sad and crumbling Castle
Once built by the sheer force of imagination
Back when nothing held the reins
And the Spirit Ran wild upon the Nation Now in fear we seek to wall the border Bar the windows ..chain the doors Keeping out the rebel forces
Closing in the choking air of despair Reliving bygone glories
Of those Fairytale  stories
About when we once led
The armies of unconventional thinking That sought to expand the borders
Not let those moat puddles
Start us sinking
We once took pride in keeping the castle walls plied
With the hope of fresh new mortar
Walls keep dangerous out ?
Hear me .. yeah maybe so
But a stagnation Nation
Reaches no new elevation
Past being draped across the conscience Like a poor , lost and discarded imagination
Torn down .... by the sheer force of trepidation